: She's starin', and the mood is right. music blurrin' and the ladies are lookin' nice i'm lookin' good and you know it too. so tell me why should i,
: Get krunk, get drunk, get fucked up. Throw your hands in the air, that's whats up. Now pass me the forty girl. I need to get drunk before it's over
: Pick up your pants girl! We're not drunk enough to get it on. I need viagra! Cause you're too ugly to turn me on. I saw your picture. My Myspace has
: Girl, just look at me, I'm so pretty when I got all these hoes all over me. I got them skills, you know the deal, girl don't you make me show
? This is seven from Brokencyde Here's a little something that I wrote for you It goes 1-2 yeah brokencyde will never die 1-2 yeah brokencyde will never
: And your my dream cuz I can see you now. What it means I think I need you now. And I can please let you with me now. Now come on bitch cuz I miss you
: [Chorus:] Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the
: (Fuck) Oh im not addicted to drugs. Im addicted to being hurt. I know it may seem bezerk, but not of these stress releavers work. Poppin pill after
hands up mother f**ker, what's up! Brokencyde b***h and we don't give a f**k! -screaming- Put your hands up mother f**ker, what's up! Brokencyde b***
biological forces within it, its the primitive, something different i cant take it, takin over my brain cavity, waves left vacant, so i sing songs reminding
, figuring what I needed most Writing until I developed arthritis and my fingers broke Needing this hope, living I know, smear the blood in my raps Continue writing this song
have got the mail and adress on the package wrong but fuck it, it never lasted long why the fuck do you think im spitting this harrasid song? we never
wont be breathing again, i was deceived by a friend within the demon within telling me not to do what i needed but i wasnt believing him, you fucking lied
: Chorus: ONE! TWO! We're coming for you. THREE! FOUR! Lock your door. FIVE! SIX! Suck on my dick. BROKENCYDE WILL NEVER DIE! (x2) Verse 1: Now I can
: Tired of them kids Who the fuck we is BrokeNCYDE bitch Now we does it real big Steal a haters Chick Punch 'em in the nose Make his Bitch Suck my dick
: LETS GOOOO!!!!!! if you's are down motha' fucker then throw your hands up Get loose in the club were gonna tear the party up! GET CRUNK! GET CRUNK! (
: I will Never Go For As Long as I Live I will Always be I've been your friend from the start The one that listens to you I know you dont think i'm
